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Merkwürdige Dinge, die passieren: Leute, die ich kenne, gehen vor mir weg, als hätte ich eine ansteckende Krankheit. Sie sehen, dass ich verletzt bin – und entziehen sich der Situation. Sagen nicht Hallo oder Tschüß. Vermutlich erwarten sie ein unangenehmes oder anstrengendes Gespräch, wenn sie mich fragen würden, was passiert ist. Das finde ich seltsam.

Würde ich einen treffen, dem was passiert wäre – ich wäre garantiert einer, der fragt, was los war. So haben die, die meine Freunde sind, auch reagiert.

Nicht aber die lose Bekannten. Von denen, die ich nicht kenne, kommen abschätzige, verschreckte oder auch verachtungsvolle Blicke.

Interessant auch dies: Um sich psychisch möglichst weit davon zu distanzieren – genauer: Die Idee, dass das jedem und jeder zu jedem Zeitpunkt auch passieren kann, abzuwehren – wird immer gerne konstruiert, dass das ja meine Schuld ist. Andere wären geschickter, schlauer, nicht so unvorsichtig, und daher in Sicherheit.

Bloodied, but unbowed. Nach dem Fahrrad-Unfall. Blut noch rot, das ist nun alles schwarzer Grind. Die härteren Bilder – die mit offenem Mund – erspare ich euch gerne.

Out of the night which covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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Dark Country

The Devil Makes Three – Working Man’s Blues

They say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
 
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
I don’t mind sharin‘ bread and supper
But when it comes to tobacco it’s each man’s own
And if you brought your own bottle,
Come on and sit right down
 
Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Don’t go home and slash your wrists
Come out fightin‘ with both your fists
I know you don’t believe me,
But things sure could turn around
 
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Sometimes I get to movin‘ and I fall down flat
You know you I took a beatin‘ but I ain’t dyin‘ yet
Something keeps me gettin‘ up and coming back for more
 
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Yeah they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands

Those Poor Bastards – Satan is watching (full album)

Goddamn Gallows – Y’all Motherfuckers Need Jesus

Ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
better end your wicked ways
well you know that he’s comin‘
and you’re gonna be runnin‘
when we’re at the end of days
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
put you deep down in the hole
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
I see satan in your eyes
well I see you standin‘ there
in your fancy clothes
don’t you know that you’re gonna die
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
whether if you’re rich or poor
well you know he’s gonna spite you
cuz you’re such a motherfucker
and he don’t like you no more
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!

Blues Saraceno – Dogs of War

Hear the devil callin, hear the devil callin
When I hear the devil callin‘ God will pay him for what he’s do
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the Dogs of War
See the fields burnin, see the fields burnin‘
When I see the fields burnin cause
hell is coming through
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the dogs of war
Feel the river risin, feel the river risin
When I feel the river risin devil coming up from you
I can’t stop the Dogs of war

The Goddamn Gallows – 7 Devils

Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
Them blue skies are turning into grey
A boxcar full of souls is on its way
We’ll ride the rails til dawn
And your soul will now belong
To the devil, well I guess you should have prayed
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
If you cross the gates while sleeping on the floor
Leavin‘ all your worries at the door
God left you all alone
I see the devil on his throne
 Now these dirty worn out roads, they are my home
 Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day

The Devil makes Three – The Bullet

Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen
Stealing anything the eye could see
Said gather ‚round you people, anything you need
Keep my name on your lips
And put the word out on the street
 And I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
 
Well he never ever smiled
But he always seemed pleased
Said I’ll never live down upon my bended knees
I see the game and the game it sees me
We will dance until they bury me
 
I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
Screaming all my enemies you’ll all have your turn
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
The more I move on the more I am sure
That I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Highlonesome – Devil at my door

Well all around my bedside spirits like vultures wait well all inside, inside my mind mass graves of all hope sleeps mass graves of all hope sleeps And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay clear no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around my tired eyes galivants in your poison words as the slither of a serpent

he’s a snake in the grass coming on and moving fast

coming on and moving fast And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around these muddy streets skeletons and safety sun goes down, it’s sinning time moving down that old crooked line moving down that old crooked line And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down

Sons of Perdition – Blood In The Valley

The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock
To wander the wasteland so grim.
They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock
When they ought to raise voices to Him.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
They poison the wells with their venomous lies.
The crops in the fields turn to coal.
Like a gangrenous limb on the body of Christ,
Their stain brings Hell on the whole.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
(Screaming angry crazy preacher voice: “Satan is among us tonight, friends! Can you see the fire? Can you see the brimstone? Get down on your knees! Get down on your knees and crawl like the filthy beasts you have become! Back into the pits! Back into the caves! Put the bible to your head and pull the trigger! The Lord requests, and so he shall receive! Glory! Yeah! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! Fuck you, Satan. Fuck you, Satan!”)
The moon of the harvest is steeped in red hue,
And from the mouth of the valley, no sound.
The dregs on the ground pay the Devil his due
As he lights on that pale sunken mound.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
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Garten der Mutter

Bilder aus Frankfurt. Wenn du Natur vor dem Haus hast, das ist schon sehr genial. Einfach dermaßen schön und vital, dieses Grünzeugs.

 

Um ein Bild groß zu bekommen, kannst du es per Rechtsklick mit in neuem Tab öffnen als Einzelbild laden – und dann genießen. Alle Bilder sind HD.

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Fotografie

Mehr als mit bloßem Auge erkennbar ist, findet sich auf den Bildern. Schon der Vorgang, sich Zeit zu nehmen, um einen Ausschnitt zu wählen, bringt einen veränderten Blick auf die Umgebung mit sich.

 

Technisch ein Fortschritt – Dia-Show auf meinem Blog. Da freu ich mich drüber.

Sofort aber auch die Idee – ich hätte gerne Links von den Bildern zu weiter führenden Texten, und die Möglichkeit, auf einzelne Bilder gezielt zu verlinken. Frage natürlich – wie mache ich das?

Zunächst mal noch mehr Bilder – kleine Dinge in der Umgebung, zumeist. Random Images. Ich fotografiere gerne Aufkleber und Graffiti.

 

Mülheimer Brücke (Südseite), Berliner Straße – und zwei Bilder vom Bauwagendorf Wem gehört die Welt

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Nonconsensual Condom Removal

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=2954726

‚Rape-Adjacent‘: Imagining Legal Responses to Nonconsensual Condom Removal

28 Pages Posted: 20 Apr 2017 Last revised: 23 Apr 2017

Alexandra Brodsky

Yale Law School

Date Written: 2017

Abstract

Nonconsensual condom removal during sexual intercourse exposes victims to physical risks of pregnancy and disease and, interviews make clear, is experienced by many as a grave violation of dignity and autonomy. Such condom removal, popularly known as “stealthing,” can be understood to transform consensual sex into nonconsensual sex by one of two theories, one of which poses a risk of over-criminalization by demanding complete transparency about reproductive capacity and sexually transmitted infections. Adopting the alternative, preferable theory of non-consent, this Article considers possible criminal, tort, contract, and civil rights remedies currently available to victims. Ultimately, a new tort for “stealthing” is necessary both to provide victims with a more viable cause of action and to reflect better the harms wrought by nonconsensual condom removal.

Keywords: Feminism, Gender Violence, Sexual Violence, Feminist Law, Gender, Sex Equality

 

Wikipedia

Nonconsensual condom removal or „stealthing“ is the practice of one sex partner covertly removing a condom, when consent has only been given by the other sex partner for condom-protected safer sex.[1][2] In UK law, such consent is known as conditional consent.[3][4] In 2017, a Swiss court convicted a French man for rape for removing a condom during sex against the expectations of the woman he was having sex with.[5][6] Existing laws do not specifically cover stealthing,[7] despite the heightened pregnancy and public health risks. [8]

References

  1. Hatch, Jenavieve (2017-04-21). „Inside The Online Community Of Men Who Preach Removing Condoms Without Consent“. Huffington Post. Retrieved 2017-04-23.
  2. Brodsky, Alexandra (2017-01-01). „‚Rape-Adjacent‘: Imagining Legal Responses to Nonconsensual Condom Removal“. Rochester, NY.
  3. „Man Convicted of Rape After Removing Condom During Sex Without Consent“. Broadly. Retrieved 2017-04-23.
  4. „CPS Legal Guidance“. www.cps.gov.uk. Crown Prosecution Service. Retrieved 2017-04-24.
  5. „Man convicted of rape for taking off condom during sex“. The Independent. 2017-01-11. Retrieved 2017-04-23.
  6. Williams, Zoe (2017-01-16). „Is removing a condom without permission rape?“. The Guardian. ISSN 0261-3077. Retrieved 2017-04-24.
  7. Brodsky, Alexandra (2017-01-01). „‚Rape-Adjacent‘: Imagining Legal Responses to Nonconsensual Condom Removal“. Rochester, NY.
  8. Brodsky, Alexandra (2017-01-01). „‚Rape-Adjacent‘: Imagining Legal Responses to Nonconsensual Condom Removal“. Rochester, NY.

‚Stealthing‘ Isn’t Just a ‚Dangerous Sex Trend.‘ It’s Sexual Assault.

http://www.self.com/story/stealthing

Unbemerkt beim Sex das Kondom zu entfernen ist kein Witz, sondern ein Verbrechen

http://www.br.de/puls/themen/leben/kommentar-stealthing-kondom-beim-sex-unbemerkt-entfernen-100.html

 

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Warum Nazis nicht „dumm“ sind

Neulich drüber nachgedacht, wie ich schimpfe, wenn mir etwas gar nicht gefällt. Und zwar, weil mir auffiel, wie ich automatisch solche menschenfeindliche Sprache raus haue wie „das ist ja total behindert“ – und mich danach korrigiere, weil es mir völlig falsch erscheint.

Da habe ich beschlossen, diese Wörter – behindert, dumm, abartig, nicht normal, krank – aus meinem aktiven Wortschatz zu verbannen.

Ist schwierig. Weil, es sind Automatismen.

Entsprechend kann ich auch anderen Leuten ihre automatischen Reaktionen nicht verübeln, wenn sie andere Wörter – die ich verkehrt finde – raus hauen.

Passend dazu dieser Blog-Beitrag, der erklärt, wieso es Mist ist, so daher zu reden.

Warum Nazis nicht dumm sind

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Gott spielen

Aus der Perspektive meiner Haustiere – einer Winkelspinne, die ich liebevoll Ninotschka genannt habe, sowie (wenn sie nicht alle sind) von etlichen Heimchen – bin ich objektiv Gott.

Subjektiv braucht die Spinne eine solche Idee wie „Gott“ nicht (und hat sie wohl auch nicht) – wohl aber die Fütterung. Also frische Heimchen besorgt – das sind so eine Art Grashüpfer, die du lebend kaufst – 20 Stück für 1,99€ (und sie zirpen niedlich). Auch für die bin ich Gott. Habe einerseits Mana regnen lassen – Kekse und Haferflocken, andererseits einen Ausweg aus der Box angeboten – der allerdings in den Tod führt, weil: In dem Teil vom Terrarium ist es nur eine Frage der Zeit, bis du erwischt wirst von Ninotschka.

Nun – ich habe diese Spinne gefangen, daher bin ich für sie verantwortlich. Trotzdem habe ich ständig alle möglichen komischen Gefühle bei dieser ganzen Sache – einfach zu sensibel.

Die Heimchen haben gleich klar gemacht – sie mögen nicht nahe beieinander sein. Kein Wunder. Generell ist das Heimchen ein Allesfresser und bedient sich in der Natur an allem, was es finden kann: Pflanzliche Nahrung, Aas oder andere Tiere – übrigens auch andere Heimchen, denn sie sind echte Kannibalen.

Also hab ich es für sie schön gemacht. Mit Platz zum Sich-Ausbreiten. Ninotschka wird schon nicht alle gleich weg fressen.

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Spendenaufruf für das vegane Café Fatsch in Köln-Kalk

Ein sehr sympathischer Laden. Hat Hilfe verdient. Man hat ihnen die Kasse geklaut, und sowieso haben die nie Geld. Also, wer was hat, bitte gerne hier spenden. Danke.

Cafe Kollektiv UG
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„Geldgeschenk“

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